elt it hum； as though it sang silently。 Grown marvelously light； Thorn sheared heads and arms like grass stems until dark liquid ran down the blade in streams。 Every swing sent fiery pain lancing through Simon's back； but at the same time he felt mad exhilaration course though him。 Long moments after all the diggers around him had died or fled； he was still hacking at the tangled corpses。
My； you are a fierce fly； aren't you？ e to us。 The voice seemed to reach into his head as into an open wound； and he squirmed in disgust。 Tonight is a great night； a wild night。
〃Simon！〃 Binabik's muffled cry at last cut through his frenzy of hatred。 〃Simon！ Unbind us！〃
You know we will win； little fly。 Even at this instant； far away in the south； one of your greatest allies falls。。。 despairs。。。 dies。。。
Simon turned and staggered toward the troll。 Qantaqa； her muzzle blood…washed to the ears； was keeping a hopping； shrilling throng of diggers at bay。 Simon lifted Thorn once more and began to cut his way through the Bukken； smashing them down in bunches until at last they scattered from his path。 The voice in his head seemed to be crooning almost wordlessly。 The fire…washed courtyard shimmered before his eyes。
He bent to cut the troll's bonds and a great wave of dizziness almost toppled him to the ground。 Binabik rubbed the rope against Thorn's cutting edge for a moment until the pieces fell aside。 The little man tried briefly to rub life back into his wrists； then turned to Sludig。 After picking at the knot for a moment； he turned to Simon。
〃Here； lend your sword to this cutting；〃 he began； then stared。 〃Chukku's Stones！ Simon； you are all of blood on your back！〃 Blood will open the doorway； manchild。 e to us！
Simon tried to speak to Binabik but could not。 Instead； he thrust Thorn forward； clumsily pinking Sludig's back with the point。 The Rimmersman； ing slowly back to wakefulness； groaned。
〃While he slept they struck his head with a stone；〃 Binabik said mournfully。 〃Because of his bigness； I am thinking。 Me they only tied。〃 He sawed Sludig's bonds against Thorn until they； too； fell slithering to the snowy ground。 〃We must be reaching the horses；〃 the troll said to Simon。 〃Have you sufficient strength？〃
He nodded。 His head felt far too heavy for his neck and the roaring in his thoughts was giving way to a frightening emptiness。 For the second time that night he felt his inner self beginning to float free from its confining shell； but this time he feared there would be no returning。 He forced himself to remain standing as Binabik coaxed the bleary Rimmersman to his feet。
The master is waiting in the Chamber of the Well。。。 〃All we may do is run for the stables；〃 Binabik shouted over the wolfs menacing snarl。 She had forced the diggers back； so that several yards of open ground stood between the ring of Bukken and Simon's friends。 〃With Qantaqa leading； we can perhaps be getting there； but we must not slow or hesitate。〃
Simon swayed。 〃Get the saddlebags；〃 he said。 〃In the abbey。〃 The little man stared at him incredulously。 〃Foolishness！〃 〃No。〃 Simon shook his head drunkenly。 〃I won't go 。。。 without。。。 … White Arrow。 She。。。 they。。。 won't take that。〃 He stared out across the dooryard at the heaving mass of diggers gathered where Skodi had stood。
You will stand before the Singing Harp； you will hear His sweet voice。。。 〃Simon；〃 Binabik began； then briefly swung his hand in the Qanuc ward against madmen。 〃You are barely able for standing；〃 he grunted。 〃I will go。〃
Before Simon could respond； the troll had vanished through the door into the abbey's lightless interior。 Long moments later he returned； dragging the saddlebags behind him。
〃We will hang most on Sludig。〃 Binabik said； eyeing the waiting diggers apprehensively。 〃He is too full of sleepiness to fight； so he will be our pack…ram。〃
e to us！
As the troll draped the bags over the bemused Rimmersman； Simon looked out at the circle of pale； naked eyes。 The waiting diggers clicked and chittered quietly as though talking among themselves。 Many wore tatters of crude clothing； some had rough； jagged…bladed knives clutched in their spindly fists。 They stared back at him； swaying like rows of black poppies。
〃Are you now ready； Simon？〃 Binabik whispered。 Simon nodded； lifting Thorn before him。 The blade had been light as a switch； but now it suddenly seemed heavy as stone。 It was all he could do to hold it before him。
〃Nihut； Qantaqa！〃 the troll shouted。 The wolf sprang forward； jaws wide。 Diggers piped in fear as Qantaqa plowed a furrow through flailing arms and gnashing teeth。 Simon followed； swinging Thorn heavily from side to side to side to side。
e。 There are endless cold halls below Nakkiga。 The Lightless Ones are singing； waiting to wele you。 e to us！
Time seemed to fold in on itself。 The world closed down into a tunnel of red light and white eyes。 The throb of pain in his back seemed to grow as rhythmic as his heartbeat； and the aperture of his vision alternately spread and shut as he stumbled forward。 A roar of voices as continuous as the sea washed over him； voices both within and without。 He swung the sword； felt it bite； then shook it free and swung again。 Things reached for him as he passed。 Some caught and tore at his skin。
The tunnel narrowed to black for a while； then opened up for a few moments sometime later。 Sludig； who was saying words too quiet for Simon to hear； was helping him up onto Homefmder's back； pushing Thorn through the saddle…loops。 They were surrounded by stone walls； but as Simon drove his heels into his horse's ribs； the walls were suddenly gone and he was beneath the tree…slashed night sky； the stars glimmering overhead。
Now is the time； manchild。 The door is opened by blood！ e； join us in our celebrations！
〃No！〃 Simon heard his own voice shouting。 〃Leave me alone！〃
He spurred ahead； leaping out into the forest。 Binabik and Sludig； not yet mounted； shouted after him； but their words were lost in the din inside his head。
The door is open！ e to us！
The stars were speaking to him； telling him to sleep； that when he awoke he would be far away from。。。 eyes in the fire。。。 from。。。 Skodi。。。 from。。。 clawing fingers。。。 from。。。 he would be far away from。。。
The door is open！ e to us！
He rode heedlessly through the snowy woods trying to outrun the terrible voice。 Branches tore at his face。 Stars peered coldly down through the trees。 Time passed； perhaps hours； but still he rode wildly onward。 Homefinder seemed to feel his frenzy。 Her hooves flung clouds of snow as they pounded through the darkness。 Simon was alone； his friends far behind； but still the fire…thing spoke gleefully inside his thoughts。
e； manchild！ e； dragon…burned！ It is a wild night！ We await you beneath the ice…mountain。 。 。 。
The words in Simon's head were a swarm of fiery bees。 He writhed in the saddle； striking at himself； slapping at his ears and face as he tried to drive the voice away。 Even as he flailed； something loomed abruptly before him…a patch of blackness deeper than the night。 In a split instant he felt his heart falter； but it was only a tree。 A tree！
His headlong flight was too madly swift to avoid the obstacle。 He was struck as though by a giant hand and thrown from Homefinder's saddle； tumbling through nothingness。 He was falling。 The stars were fading。 Black night came down and covered all。
17
A Wager of Little Value
THE DAYLIGHT had worn away。 The wind…scoured sky stretched above the grasslands like a purple awning。 The first stars were ing out。 Deornoth； wrapped in a coarse blanket against the chill； stared up at the faint points of light and wondered if God had finally turned away His face。
Josua's people were huddled together in a bull run； a long； narrow pen of wooden palings driven deep into the earth and lashed together with rope。 For all their seeming flimsiness…in many places there were gaps so wide that Deornoth could slip through his entire arm and most of his shoulder…the walls were strong as mortared stone。 As he looked around at his fellow prisoners； Deornoth's gaze stopped on Geloe。 The witch woman held L